Lost

A reflection on those most common of human states, dereliction and isolation.

Each phase

of my life

every epoch in the stream

All that is to me

is ending . . .

 

Innocence comes and goes

All the ones I know

are me

of yesteryear

 

The seasons pass

they bring the tides of change

Winter chills,

and autumn stings

 

And all there is, will rearrange

 

I stare and watch

A removed overseer

As those I love

all slowly disappear

 

Memories of your face

echoes of your voice

Whither and fade

leaving without a trace

 

The seasons change

and I sit alone

trying to remember

what once was

of yesteryear . . .